Chapter I - a riotously swaying, inward spinning spiral -
is a trippy journey making its outer spheres reach the
banishing of the oath, locking the mind and moaning in
lust and holy treachery.
The smell of brimstone lingers in the air whilst the inner circles
of the vortex glisten in the source of light.
The contact is lost inside a devouring whirl of confrontation
while the form is collapsing and the spiral reaches the never-seen.
Psyched-out yet focused Black Metal&#65279;